Speedway Junky

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He has been on that damn thing for over an hour.

I'm out of quarters. Can I get some more?

Sorry, dear. We are fresh out.

Got no more quarters?

You can't just take 'em out of the machine?

Well, the owner has the key.

And besides, we prefer to listen to the music this early in the morning.

Hell.

Cover your dollar?

Yeah, it's all right.

You've got a lot of plates.

Goin' to Vegas?

Gotta drop off these eggs first.

I can give you a hand. Ain't lookin' for no handouts.

All right. Get in.

- Howdy. - Yeah. Hi.

20 bucks' worth of quarters, please.

- Here you are. - Thank you kindly.

I'm on my way to Charlotte.

Gotta make some money so I can get there. I'm gonna be a race car driver.

That's nice.

Well...

- Hope you're a winner. - Thank you.

All right! Yeah!

All right! Yes!

Yes! Okay!

All right.

Can I get a bucket?

Yeah.

No way. No way. No fucking way!

You a guest in the hotel, sir?

Yes, I am.

- Gotta go around the front entrance. - Aw, come on, be cool.

- I just got... - No, sir.

...fucking robbed!

Hell!

Hi. I'm sorry to bug you. Um...

I just had all my money ripped off by this chick

who I thought was cool, and it turned out she wasn't,

and so I... I need enough to, ...

Please. Okay, I need... I need, like, 20 bucks.

And it would really help. Just...

I'll work for you.

All right? I'll... I'll mow your lawn.

I'll paint your house. Whatever you need. Anything.

Rad.

Loser.

Hoser.

Believe in love at first sight?

I'll come back again.

No.

How about this one?

You wanna go for a doughnut and a fuck?

What? You don't like doughnuts?

See, pickup lines that work for reals.

I don't know what you're trying to do with this lady right here,

but it didn't look like it was working.

Well, here's another good one.

Simple, straightforward, and usually works the best.

Just ask a person for a cig.

Like this.

Uh, excuse me. Do you have an extra cig?

Uh... no.

Here you go.

Then you talk about whatever bullshit comes to mind,

like, uh, pollution.

Need a light?

I don't smoke.

Can I have it back?

I wish I was.

Not a smoker.

I practically spend all my money on cigarettes, anyways.

It's bad, huh?

Non-smoker.

That's cool.

You're with friends or family?

By myself. I'm, uh...

I'm trying to get to North Carolina.

But I lost all my money here, so...

Where'd you lose it?

Well, actually, it was stolen by this fucking chick. That's...

You got jacked?

By a chick?

Oh, that's the worst. That's the worst.

I'm gonna get a job tomorrow, though.

Um, me and my friends are just kicking it over here...

if you want to, um... come by and see what's going on.

I guess.

Eric.

Johnny.

Yo, what's up?

Man, someone gonna pop your little gangsta ass,

walking around like a fool in shit.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Who's gonna do it? You, motherfucker?

That's right. I'll bring your nappy ass down.

Welcome to Vegas, motherfucker.

Shit.

Damn, fool!

Yeah, ha, ha, ha!

That's real funny!

How did you like it, huh?

Huh?

Huh?

Don't ever point that shit in my face again!

Got it?

Where you score this shit at?

I borrowed it from Toy World.

Had to spray it black 'cause it was all orange and shit.

Ooh. Hey. Where'd you score the fat lowrider, Scoob?

It's a loaner.

Let's cruise.

Do I look like a fucking taxi to you?

Is there, like, a dome and shit on top that says "Scooby gives free rides" and shit?

I don't think so.

Yo, get in the fucking car, Pez Boy.

All aboard! There's plenty of room.

Hey, Johnny.

Come with us.

You know...

Nah. I can't. I can't.

Hold on, kiddies.

Hoser!

Hey.

You hungry?

You want some... some breakfast?

My mom makes the best waffles.

First... takes a layer of batter.

Puts it in the grill. Right?

Takes a layer of peanut butter. Puts that on top.

Another layer of batter.

Closes it up.

And when it comes out, it's all crispy on the outside,

but it's, like, gooey and peanut-buttery on the inside.

It's totally awesome.

I think she invented it.

How old are you?

How old do you think I am?

I'd guess 17.

19, tops.

No, man.

Look.

This says you're 31.

Oh, shit.

Yeah. It's all fucked up.

Well, I'm old enough to vote.

You want some of this?

No.

Breakfast's my favorite meal.

My mom used to make a...

big breakfast for me every Saturday morning.

Where do you live?

Uh, Ft. Irwin.

Before that, Ft. Benning. Before that, Ft. Knox.

Ft. Knox had the best women.

I live in Henderson.

You want to see my home?

Is it cool?

Oh, it's beautiful.

All paid for.

Thanks, but, you know...

I can't. I really can't. And thanks for breakfast, too.

But I gotta go find a job today.

It sucks, yeah.

What... What do you do?

Whatever pays.

You don't say?

Well, I have some work that needs to be done on my home.

Perhaps we could go there right now and take a look.

I don't know. Um...

I really got to, uh...

make some money, fast, you know,

'cause I gotta get to Charlotte, North Carolina.

By this weekend. I'm gonna be a race car driver. So...

Is this something you've done before?

Sorta.

And...you need money

to get to the race track.

I... I follow you.

Well, I could pay you well for your labor.

- Really? - Mmm.

Well, I mean... as long as you're paying me.

You know? As long as I'm working for it.

I don't want no handouts.

Check.

You know, you wouldn't believe the people that I've met since I've been here.

Bunch of losers.

Normally, I don't trust anybody...

over 25.

And I can tell you're at least 30.

But, uh...

you seem cool. You know, you seem all right.

I appreciate that, Johnny.

And I appreciate your honesty.

And believe me, I know what you've been thinking this entire time.

But you're wrong.

There are factors involved here.

Hygiene, for one.

There's also the matter of politics...